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You weren’t sure if he was aware of it or not, but John Price had a very tempting waistline.
Being the male’s best friend for years, you were glad to have someone as caring and protective of you. He was a kind soul who could cut a bitch in a second and he looked good doing it. However, it was that man’s damn waist that you couldn’t seem to look away from wherever that man went. It didn't help that his military outfits almost always seemed to highlight that aspect of the male and when he was home, he only made it worse by wearing the sweatpants he seemed to live in. The little sway in his walk was near death for you.
Currently, you sat in the apartment you shared with Price having a few of his men from task force 141, over. They’d come home from a mission a few days ago and were getting some leave time in for the holidays before getting back on the field in January.
You stood in the kitchen, watching them talk and hang out as if they aren’t highly trained men by the government. Your eyes glanced over all of them but they eventually found a home on the waist of none other than your roommate, John Price. You quickly divert your eyes, not wanting to get caught staring and begin to make dinner for the men. It wasn’t too late, only 3:30 pm but something told you they’d be crashing in the living room for the night.
“You need help in here?”
You turn to find Price standing in the doorway, leaning against it ever so slightly. Your eyes flicked down to his waist for a quick second before looking back up at him.
“I think I’ll be ok. You go enjoy some time with your boys,” you reply.
Price scoffed, rolling his eyes. He crossed his arms over his chest, shifting his weight to lean fully against the doorway. “I spend enough time as it is with them at work."
“Oh come on. That’s work. You get to relax now,” you say.
“I’d rather relax in here with you helping make dinner than be out there with that lot,” Price says. “They give me a headache sometimes.”
“You don’t mean that.”
Price only hums, causing you to laugh.
“Well get in here if you’re going to help,” you say.
Price happily pushes off the doorway and walks into the kitchen. You have him do more of the prep work while you cooked. You got to a point where the pot you were stirring now just had to simmer, closing it and putting the spoon you were using away.
Price had his back to you, the male softly humming as he cut a bread loaf you made the other day. He was softly swaying which drew your attention down to his hips.
Does he not know what he’s doing?
You were trying to keep from doing anything but that man was just too tempting. You walked up to Price and placed your hands on his hips. The man stopped, looking over his shoulder to see what was going on.
“You ok there Fox?” Price asks.
“Mhm.” You moved your hands up his waist, softly grabbing at the area.
Price feels his face grow hot, the man putting down the knife and turning to face you.
“Fox, what are you doing?” he asks.
“Sorry, I’ve just really wanted to hold your waist for a while. It’s very tempting,” you reply truthfully.
The blush on Price’s face deepens. He was quite shocked by the confession and actually thought you might’ve been joking. He knows your words are true however when he feels you grab at his waist once more. He softly grabs your wrists to stop you from doing more.
You look up at him, finding a dazed glassy look in his eyes.
“Are you ok captain?” you ask, a slight hint of teasing in your voice.
He opens his mouth to say something but closes it and doesn’t respond.
You grab at his waist once more, watching the blush on his face spread as his hands stiffen to stop you once again. The glassy look in his eyes seems to shine even more along with a barely audible soft noise coming from the man. You smile up at the man, giving his waist one more soft squeeze before letting go of him. He lets go of you and watches you go back to the pot you left to simmer and attend to it once more.
Price quickly gathers himself, turning back around to cut bread again.
Gaz looked over to see his captain red in the face and seemingly nervous. He catches Price’s attention, mouthing and asking if he was ok.
Price simply gave a thumbs up before looking back down at the half loaf of bread.
Bloody hell, what did you just do to him? And why did he like it?
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You all gather in the dining room for dinner. You made beef stew with toasted cheese bread. All the boys loved it, Ghost even giving you praise. You were always happy to cook for them. The first time you ever did, the boys didn’t want to leave.
Price was always bragging about your cooking to the team. Those who were lucky enough to get a taste felt just the same as the old man. It was something to die, kill and sacrifice for.
Once you all finished, Price immediately got to cleaning the dishes. It was your routine every night. You cooked, he cleaned and he wouldn’t have it any other way. He didn’t believe in making you clean up after cooking for him.
You sat and talked with the boys, some of them teasing about Price being whipped for you. You only smiled and laughed with ‘em, knowing Price would probably have them train harder when they get back to base.
“Tired yet boys?” you ask them.
“Now that you mention it,” Soap begins before a big yawn leaves the Scotsmen.
You chuckle, nodding. “I’ll go get you guys some pillows and blankets.” You get up from the table and disappeared into the other part of the house.
As you passed the kitchen, you stood there for a moment and watched Price as he finished off the dishes. You walk up to the man, running a hand from the middle of his back to his waist, side hugging the man. You lean into him, gripping his waist. “Thank you.”
You look up, watching as a blush runs across the man’s face. He turns to you to find you already staring back at him with a smile.
“I do this all the time. No need to thank me,” he says, trying not to think about your hand softly massaging his waist.
“I know, but I don’t think I’ve thanked you in a while,” you reply.
“Still no need to thank me,” Price says.
You hum, giving his waist one last squeeze before letting go and walking out of the kitchen. You get the pillows and blankets for the men who have now migrated from the dining room to the living room once again. You bring the items out to them, each of the men thanking you as they settled in for the night.
“Goodnight boys,” you say.
“Goodnight mum,” they all reply.
You chuckle, leaving them in the living room and heading into your own room. As you settled into bed after changing into warm, comfy clothes for the night, there is a light knock on your door. “Come in.”
You turn to see the door open, Price on the other side.
“You mind havin’ a chat?” Price asks.
“I don’t see why not," you reply.
Price nods, walking into your room and closing the door behind him. You motion for him to sit down across from you, the man taking the offer and sitting down.
“What is it Captain?” you ask.
Price wasn’t actually sure how to answer that. He wanted to bring up what happened in the kitchen and had tried coming up with a way to say what he wanted to but found himself speechless now that he was sitting in front of you. For someone who was normally so direct, he found it odd that he couldn’t get his thoughts into words when it came to you.
“John?” you asked.
“You drive me crazy,” he finally says. Price hadn't realized he phrased it that way until the words left his mouth. His eyes went wide as he processed his own words, waiting for your response. Which was killing him by the way.
You were shocked yourself to be fair. You thought he might have been here to tell you to quit the waist grabbing but instead, the man looked hazed before you from it. “I do?”
Price nods, feeling his face grow hot. He fidgets in his spot, scooting slightly more onto the bed.
You sit up, leaning closer to the male. You reach out, placing a hand on his cheek. Price leans into the touch, both of you staring into one another’s eyes. You scoot closer to him, bringing his face closer to yours and placing your forehead against his. He scoots closer to you as well, hands resting on your knees. His thumbs ideally trace soft circles onto your skin. The two of you stayed like that for a while, basking in each other’s presence.
“Would you like to stay here for the night?” you ask.
Price nods.
You smile at his cute little nod before pulling away from him. This causes the male to instinctively grab your wrist as you get up from the bed.
“I have to turn off the light hun,” you softly tell him.
The nickname causes Price’s face to flush once again. The man nods, slowly letting go of you. You quickly turn off the light and crawl back into bed. As you lie down, motioning for Price to follow. “Come here, big boy.”
Price lays down next to you, pulling you in close to him. He throws the blanket over the both of you before burying his face into your neck, arms tightly wrapped around you as if you’d disappear. You chuckle at the man’s actions, wrapping your arms around him. Your hands instantly go to his hair, fingers combing through and lightly messaging his head. Price softly hums, his muscles instantly relaxing. He shifts slightly, pushing his leg in between yours and pulling your own over him.
“Goodnight John,” you whisper, pressing a kiss to the top of his head.
“Goodnight Y/N,” he slowly replies, sleep already gnawing away at him.
You run your hands through his hair a little longer before allowing sleep to take you as well.
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In the morning, the boys crept over to Price’s room to try and scare him awake. Upon not finding him there, they thought maybe he’d left sometime early in the morning for that morning run he’s always talking about. They decide instead to see if you were awake enough to make them breakfast.
Gaz knocks but they received no answer. Instead, the door softly pushes open with the force of the knock, giving the boys a view into your room. What they all saw had them giggling and taking pictures. Soap was even handing money over to Ghost. Before them was their captain curled up around you as the two of you slept. The light peeking in through the window created a soft halo around the two of you.
“Quiet. Let’s leave and let them sleep,” Ghost whispers once they got their share of pictures in. They all agreed, closing the door and leaving the two of you be.
Price groaned, shifting in his spot, as he pulled you closer to him. You hummed, allowing him to pull you in even though it felt like there was no way you get even closer than you already were.
“I’m going to kill them,” comes Price’s voice, groggy and deeper than usual from sleep.
“Let them be for now,” you mumble.
Price hums, pulling his face away from the crook of your neck where he’d buried it last night to look up at you. You did the same, pulling away from his hair as he moved and looked down at him. You watch as his eyes move between looking at your lips to your eyes.
“Can I kiss you?” he asks.
“You may,” you reply.
Price closed his eyes and leaned in, gently placing his lips against yours. You smiled, closing your eyes and kissing him back. After a few seconds, he pulls back, leaning his forehead against yours.
“I’m going to go kill them now,” he says.
“Don’t get blood stains everywhere,” you reply.
Price chuckles, placing a kiss on your forehead. “I’ll try not to.”
You watch him get out of bed and saunter out of the room. You bite your lip as you watch his hips sway, a faint blush spreading across your face. Very quickly, however, you find yourself laughing as you hear the boys scream, Price’s angry voice above them all.
God, I love that man.